Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 43: Drake’s Change: Killing Spree begins

"Drake Vorr, don’t forget this one thing—you aren’t a human, but a dragon!" Drax roared out.

After Drake heard this, it was as if something had opened within him.

"Yes, I am now a dragon, not a human," he muttered.

"Thanks a lot, Draco," Drake said.

"No need for that. I can’t just watch our Emperor go downhill," Drax chuckled while Drake smiled.

Drake turned to Kaidros, who was looking at him as he awaited Drake’s decision. The discussion with Drax had been done telepathically, and they weren’t able to see his figure, so Kaidros had no idea what was going on.

The only thing Kaidros noticed was the change in Drake’s aura—it was more draconic, domineering, and imperial.

Drake looked at Kaidros, realizing some things he had done. A sword must always be sharp; even if blunt, it must be able to cut. Whenever a sword is released, it must taste battle.

As the Sword Dragon, the embodiment of a sword, Kaidros was like a living sword with a dragon bloodline. But whenever he sheathed himself, Drake always stopped him, which hindered him. A sword must be free and unfettered.

"It seems we have to make the enemies know we are not soft fish," Drake said deeply.

He then turned to Kaidros.

"Would you be willing to be my sword once again?"

"I am always your sword, Master," Kaidros immediately knelt down, showing reverence to Drake. When Drake saw this, he nodded.

"Take care of that old man," Drake commanded. Kaidros’s face, for the first time, held a smile—the kind one wears when ready to kill. He walked toward the old man, who was already shivering.

Then Kaidros paused in an instant as he struck beside him, and in that instant, an assassin’s body fell to the ground.

"You can stop pretending, old man," Kaidros said in a deep voice.

"What do you mean?" the old man asked, shivering as he looked at the corpse of the assassin.

"Do you want me to talk, or will you let it out?" Kaidros said in a deep voice as he released his aura.

Then suddenly, the old man laughed.

"Nice, nice. I never thought I was exposed."

The old man broke free from the restraints Kaidros had used as he began to laugh wildly. In an instant, more than twenty assassins had surrounded them.

"But I am curious—how did you find out?" the old man chuckled.

"It wasn’t that big of a deal. You know, if it were someone who did this kind of shady business—selling slaves, even though it’s approved—that person would always have someone to protect them in danger. But you don’t have one.

Second, you seemed enthusiastic about our arrival, even looking at us with a smile like you’d been waiting for us for years.

And lastly—always learn to hide your killing intent well. You know it can bring your downfall," Kaidros explained.

When the old man heard this, he laughed.

"It seems I left a lot of openings as an assassin."

"But remember in your next life that there are some people you can’t offend," the old man said coldly.

"Kaidros, do you need any help?" Drake asked as he watched this.

"No worries, Master. I can handle this," Kaidros said as he turned to the enemy.

When the old man saw this, he was confused—before he laughed out.

"Wait, is he your master? You aren’t father and son, but master and servant, and that young boy is your master?" the old man laughed out.

"Yes, you are right," Kaidros replied. The old man’s laughter stopped as he heard this. He could see from Kaidros’ expression that he wasn’t playing.

He looked at Drake in surprise, becoming more confused. Drake’s face was also serious, scrutinizing things. If Kaidros was the servant of Drake, that meant Drake’s background wasn’t a light one.

"Which clan or family are you from?" the old man asked Kaidros.

"Are you afraid?" Kaidros smiled when he heard the old man’s words. Drake, who watched this, could see the old man was uncertain about them, which caused him to feel a slight fear.

There was no way you would be respected unless you showed your strength.

"Isn’t it late, asking for our background?" Kaidros smiled.

And in an instant, he released his cultivator’s aura, striking fear into the old man and the assassins.

"Impossible! If you have such an aura, why couldn’t it be felt from you?" the old man roared as he took a step back. Then it clicked for him—if Kaidros was hiding his strength, then that meant Drake might be hiding his too.

He looked at Drake, who smiled at him. But to the old man, the smile on this young boy’s face was like that of a demon.

This aura was close to that of the Origin Emperor Realm, which made the old man scared, wondering how such a being was here.

Kaidros smiled as his entire being felt like a sword, and in the next moment, what the old man saw were heads flying in the air like balloons.

This caused the old man to be shocked. This time, he wasn’t feigning fear—he was truly afraid.

The assassins, who were still ready for battle, were shocked when they saw multiple headless bodies spurting out blood like fountains of water—before they realized it was theirs.

They looked at Kaidros—fear had already occupied one hundred percent of their minds, and they felt regret. If they hadn’t participated in this, they might still be alive.

As for the old man, he just stood like a frozen figure, his entire body soaked in blood, as if he were bathing in it. This was Bestial Town, a town that housed mostly mortals. As for their town lord, he was at the early stage of the Soul Foundation Realm. No one knew why the town was still in one piece till now.

"Like you said, there are some people you can’t offend. In order to satisfy your curiosity, let me show you who we are," Kaidros said.

Suddenly, Kaidros’ silver eyes turned draconic. A sword dragon horn grew from the middle of his forehead, and silver draconic scales covered his body. In the old man’s mind, he heard a sharp draconic roar.

"Dragons..." the old man muttered.

And in the next moment, he saw his body spurting out blood. Everything dimmed, and his head rolled on the ground.